Children of the Marked [Mlp]

Prologue

'Jerk.' [M/n] thought with narrowed eyes, turning the keys once in the lock and opening the door, the click of the lock was loud and it almost hurt [M/n]'s ears. [M/n] just glared ahead as he opened the door, stomping his feet on the welcome mat so he wouldn't track snow everywhere. the house had an old smoke smell mixed with the smell of damp and mold. [M/n]'s nose scrunched up in disgust as he stepped in, kicking his shoes off as he looked around the room, old furniture from the forties. [M/n] and ######'s great grandparents refused to get rid of since it would 'one day sell for millions', in reality, it just sat and collected dust in the cabin that the family barely would visit. 'vintage and boring.' [M/n] thought, dead set on finding his room and to just play on his switch until it was time to go home.

"so bored." [M/n] thought aloud, slumping down on the stiff bed he had to sleep on, most of his games didn't work from no internet, their grandparents didn't believe in the internet since they once got scammed and said it would 'never happen again', it never did because they threw away all the electrical things except for their phones. "HEY [M/N]!" [M/n] heard his brother shout up, making the teen groan in annoyance, getting up, tossing the switch being him so it landed on the bed, storming out into the hallway. "WHAT?!" [M/n] screeched back, standing at the top of the stairs, glaring down at his brother. "We're going to go to the pond to practice some hockey moves, want to come?" [M/n]'s brother asked, [M/n] glared at his brother. "No." "What was that?" [M/n] didn't know if it was supposed to be mocking or if his brother didn't actually hear him but he just blew up. "I SAID NO FUCK OFF!" [M/n] screamed at his brother, all of his anger that had been building just exploded at that moment, his brother just stared at [M/n], his eyes were widened in shock, his friends in the kitchen who were laughing and chattering away went silent in shock. [M/n] let out a scoff and turned away from the stairs, starting to walk back to his room before realizing what he just did. 'oh damnit' [M/n] thought as he took off running when he heard his brothers pounding feet on the steps as he chased after [M/n], [M/n] barely managed to get to his room and lock the door before his brother started pounding on the door.

"[M/n] open this door and apologize NOW!" [M/n] heard his brother shout as the pounding on the door got louder, clearly ####### was pissed that [M/n] would use such language with him. "NO!" [M/n] shouted back, grabbing a chair and propping it up against the door so if the lock on the door failed, at least the chair would stay for at least a bit. "I said open the door [M/n]!" [M/n]'s brother shouted louder, the pounding on the door was louder and it was stressing [M/n] out horribly. 'oh god what is he going to do when he gets in?? is he going to hit me?' [M/n]'s anxieties rose up and he desperately looked around for an escape, his eyes landing on the window. 'no... that wouldn't work, the fall is too high, I'm on the third story, I would break my legs or something worse.' [M/n] thought, his eyes looked to the ceiling to see a string hanging from a attic door thing. 'can I even get up there?-' [M/n] jumped when he heard the lock on the door snap off. 'I have to get up there.' was all [M/n] thought, climbing onto the desk of the room and hooking one of his fingers in a hole in the wall so he wouldn't fall, leaning and grabbing the sting, almost falling when he had to yank it to open it, the door opening and the ladder sliding out, [M/n] quickly let go of the wall and hopped down from the desk, scrambling up the ladder and pulling it closed as he heard the chair holding the door shut clatter away, [M/n]'s bother walking in. "Where did he?... oh, Well he'll come down eventually, he can't just hide in the attic forever."

[M/n] let out a sigh of relief, standing up as he could stand in the old smelly attic, boxes and old furniture was everywhere and there was a weird energy around that [M/n] couldn't pinpoint. 'So many old things, how cool.' [M/n] thought, spotting an old box filled with some old toys. 'a....dog.' [M/n] thought as he picked up a small wooden figurine, scowling a bit when seeing he was wrong, it was a horse, old paint chipping off showing the old moldy wood it was carved from. 'a... another horse.' [M/n] pulled another one out from the box, squinting through the dark to look at the weirdly carved horse, it had wings and a horn, it had a long mane that was tangled and grime from all the years of being stuck in the dark. 'Where's a window?... I can barely see...' [M/n] looked around, his eyes landing on a small outline of a window, he could see a few rays of light shining through the closed blinds. "There." He muttered, dodging some boxes as he slowly made his way over to the window, pulling the only blinds and jumping back a bit with a yelp when he pulled the cord the entire set of blinds fell, light filling the room. "It... worked at least." [M/n] thought, turning away from the window and squinting as light shone back, bleaching his eyes.

[M/n] shielded his eyes with his arm, moving in the way of the mirror to stop the beam of light to see what had blinded him, only to be met with his reflection. 'A mirror, huh.' [M/n] thought as he looked at the frame of the the mirror, it looked like sea glass and metallic pieces of plastic, it was weird and the frame wasn't in the best condition, it was rotting at places and most likely would crumble if put outside in the wind. 'Where would they get this piece of junk?' [M/n] thought as he reached out, running his fingers over the glass and plastic, smooth and cool to the touch. 'The glass is pretty though, maybe I can take it back home.' [M/n] thought and rolled his eyes at the idea, looking back out the window, staring at the broken blind holder and then looking down at the blinds on the ground. "Yeah I should fix that." [M/n] muttered, taking a step forward before stopping when the floor boards under him started to bend, the noise of cracking wood was sharp as it hit his ears and before he could even react the wood snapped, making him fall halfway through, one of his legs and his hips were stuck in the wood, his free leg was bent in a uncomfortable manor, splinters and sharp pieces of wood were stabbing horribly into his body.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK!" [M/n] shrieked out in pain, his nails desperately clawing at the wood to try and free himself, only making the wood push into him further, he could feel his wounds seeping blood, it made him want to throw up when his eyes landed on the red liquid. "No! Ugh!" [M/n] cried out, trying to push himself out of the floor boards, the only thing he accomplished was making some of the rotten boards he had broken shift and go down, making [M/n] shriek in pain and anything on the boards shifted, small boxes fell over and dumped out, the blinds on the ground moved a bit, even the mirror shifted and started to fall forward- oh no.

[M/n] turned, eyes widened in terror as he heard the mirror shift, watching as the piece of furniture fall, the top of the glass hit a wooden beam, [M/n] almost sighed in relief but froze up as he watched the glass shatter into small pieces, all coming towards him. 

[M/n] threw his arms up to protect his face, feeling the wood seep deeper into in him as the glass landed on him, he expected his arms to hurt because, obviously, glass is sharp and it would cut him, but he didn't feel the cutting pain, the wood in his sides felt like it disappeared and he... felt like he was falling. [M/n] snapped his eyes open, blood droplets from him were falling, along with his entire body. "What the fuuuck?!" [M/n] cried out, flailing for a moment before curling into a ball once he saw an ending of the weird magical void he was falling through, he was going faster and faster, he really did think he was going to die.

[M/n] hit the ground hard, his body bounced on the ground a few times, landing on his back making his limbs shoot out from the ball he was in, groaning in pain, he had hit his head making it ache, everything hurt really. [M/n] gasped for air for a moment, managing to roll onto his stomach, the land had made him loose his breath. [M/n] tried to widen his eyes to see wherever he was but his vision was failing him and going black. 'No-' [M/n] desperately thought, reaching one his arms out to try and claw his body forward but stopped and stared at a grey/black hoof in it's place. 'What?... a... a hoof?...' [M/n] thought before he lost all vision, his body falling to his side as he slipped from consciousness.